She turns just enough to look at me over her shoulder—eyes bright, pupils blown wide, hair a wreck across her face—and she smiles. Dirty. Triumphant.
“See?” she gasps. “Much better.”
It snaps something in me.
I start moving. A brutal, possessive rhythm. Skin slapping skin. Hips crashing into her ass. The table creaks under us, but I don’t slow down. It can break for all I care.
My hands slide from her hips to her breasts, squeezing, greedy.
“Are you teasing me?” I rasp at her ear, my voice ground down to gravel. “Want to see how long I can last?”
I drive harder, hitting that spot I know wrecks her.
Her legs tremble, but she doesn’t give in. She grips the edge of the table, knuckles white, pushing back against every thrust—taking everything and demanding more.
“More,” she pants. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
It turns into a fight. A race. Who breaks first.
I fist her hair, pulling her head back, baring her throat. I bite her, and she writhes beneath me.
I can’t help it—I kiss her, teeth scraping her lip, tasting her breath.
“Who are you thinking about now?” I demand between thrusts. It’s not a question. It’s a claim.
She struggles to turn, to look at me as I take her, nails raking my arms.
“I’m thinking…” she moans, “…that you talk too much, Becker.”
She laughs—a broken sound that turns into a cry when I change the angle.
Jesus. This woman.
She doesn’t bend. She doesn’t break. She burns right along with me.
I feel her clench around me, tight and desperate.
“Cohen—”
Her voice changes. The defiance melts into pure need.
“Yes,” I growl. “Let go. Give it to me.”
I drive into her harder, relentless.
She loses it—head dropping forward, shoulders shaking as she screams my name, over and over.
“Fuck—yes—just like that—”
Feeling her come, feeling her body spasm around me, is the end of it. My control shatters.
I hold her there, face buried in her neck, and I let go with a hoarse sound that empties me completely—wave after wave, filling her, marking her, leaving no room for anything else.
We collapse together.
I lean against her back, sweat slicking us together, my heart pounding so hard it almost hurts. We stay like that, breathing, the fire crackling behind us.
Then she moves.
